Easter

Well, its that time of year again. Here in the UK children and teachers are looking forward to the half-term break while parents are juggling their work/home time and worrying about how they will manage if they can’t get someone to help with childcare.

The sales of chocolate eggs will get confectioners excited and eggs will be carefully compared to see who got a Cadbury’s egg, who got something from Thornton’s and who got those eggs Lidl keep trying to tell us are just as good. The more prudent, of course, will wait until after Easter and pick up some bargains, while the even more sensible ones will realise that a big bar of chocolate costs a fraction of the price and you get more chocolate for your money.

The Jehovah’s Witnesses are already knocking doors and spoiling everyone’s fun by pointing out this is a pagan festival celebrating the Assyrian and Babylonian goddess of fertility, as though that would be uppermost in anyone’s mind as they wander the aisles of Wilkinson’s looking for chocolate eggs (sorry kids but your lucky to get Cadbury’s).

Family will come around at some point over the weekend of course and food has to be laid on. A home delivery would be good but a leaflet just came through the door promising meat joints (chicken is traditional, or should we have lamb?) at low prices at Lidl, as long as you are prepared to go and fetch it. Anyway, the wine there is a bargain and what’s Easter without a little tipple?

I suppose we’ll get an Easter card from Mike and Ann, though why they have to bring religion into it God knows! I mean, we might slope into a church Easter morning just to show our faces, show God we haven’t altogether forgotten him and, well, you never know, do you? Now where did I put that shopping list?